well...another poem lacking depth....written in a purely lamenting style, (lamenting being all that i felt like doing). If it is true that pure emotion channeled directly into verse can become art (with depth) then this poem will tell you. (either that or i do not have any literary talent)
litany for an apology
Sorry to you,one most esteemed
who,if you never deemed to show
your most desired,coveted countenance
i would persist in my dreams of you,
deck and frame your obscured image
with cherries,roses and starlight
Sorry to you,one most beloved
for having wrecked your nerves,
that our brief ties you sever
and from thence my name you
thrust into the channels of the lowest
frequency
Sorry to you,one most sought,
for in our daily exchanges
your presence in my life grew familiar
such that i commit sacrilege
against the sanctimony of -
what we had between us,now stripped of its flesh
Sorry to you,one most unyielding
apologies for i never articulated
those words that might have rekindled
the ebbing embers of a fading dream
never been moved to brave action
impervious to conceit and self delusatory biddings
Sorry to you,one most reluctant
to the very final hour where
the cool gleam of polished intellect
stole over a vulnerable soul